I have stated before that I am not particularly a fan of the New York Press. free weeklies in general just aren’t my cup of tea. If I want sex advice or political analysis from a bitter homosexual or a hyperactive, overeducated duke alumnus, I’ll just talk to someone I work with thanks very much. The one exception to this rule used to be the issue of NYP that contained their Annual ‘50 most loathsome New Yorkers’ which is pretty much the closest any magazine has gotten to emulating the original Spy magazine since, well, since the crappier fake Spy magazine relaunch. But now you don’t have to wade through adverts for hookers and what shitty nu-metal knock off band from jersey is playing Arlene’s Grocery to see it, because it’s online